Crusade to Save Rock: A Rocker’s Lament

Another cause I attribute to the demise of rock is this insidious war on drugs. While every person must make their own tough choices about drug use, one thing is for sure, the music does tend to sound better after blowing a big phatty. Kids today just aren’t hanging out, huffing 4 foot Graphics bong hits and letting Dark Side of the Moon wash over them in waves. There’s too much sex and simplicity, not enough poetry and complexity. These complexities seem to clarify after a couple of stems and a cap.

Finally, I’m just gonna come right out and say it… put down the controller!!!! The video game has replaced the Saturday night date. Fellas, seriously, what’s up with that? I hate to say it guys, but we don’t care how you did in last night’s Gears of War tournament… and neither do the ladies. There’s no difference between the Pong the I grew up with and the Madden 2009 that you’re playing today. It’s a slack-jawed, mind numbing, anti-social affair that is doing all of the thinking for you. Maybe the war on drugs should include fighting Nintendo, XBox, Playstation and the rest of them. These games sure do fry some minds, albeit in a more temporary fashion.

So what can we do? We can take action. Go see a band. Become a fan. Send the band an email. Get excited. Buy their t-shirts. Let their live show take you on that circuitous one night journey. Share their recorded music with a friend or, (God forbid), buy their CD or mp3. If you already do these things, then bring a friend and let them become a part of your scene. Get a designated driver, put down the controller, get a date, and drag your ass to a show. See you there!!!!!